Projectors are Waiting for Something Extraordinary to Appear

Projectors “waiting to be recognized or invited” is NOT something a projector HAS to do; it is something they are ALWAYS DOING. It is a passive potential rather than an active energy state.

THIS STORY INCLUDES INFORMATION FOR THOSE OF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN THE HUMAN DESIGN SYSTEM.

How My Career Path Appeared

In the summer of 1965 during that incredible 12-year Uranus/Pluto conjunction I’ve referenced before, I had a very unusual experience. My first wife and I were living in a shack in Williams, AZ near the Grand Canyon owned by a man named John who was mentoring me at that time. He was a very smart guy with uncanny instincts.

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Projector Recognition

One day he came up behind me, tapped me on my left shoulder, and quietly spoke only six words to me, but those six words had an incredible long-term impact on my life. I simply can't overstate how powerful the effect would be.

Those six words were, “You'd make a great systems analyst”. At that time, I had no idea what a systems analyst was. Absolutely none. And then he just walked away. Neither one of us ever brought it up again. We never talked about it.

At that time, I was just beginning my transition out of being a hippie into somebody more capable on the material plane where I was seriously lacking any money-making skills. For those in Human Design, I am a Projector Type, 4/6 Profile, so I was also in the very early stages of transitioning out of a 3^rd line life into a 4th-line life, and the Uranus Pluto conjunction was beginning to dissipate.

Some weeks later my wife and I moved back to La Jolla, CA where I made more progress in becoming financially competent. But I couldn’t close the deal as I had 3^rd line stuff yet to deal with.

Then my wife gave birth to a beautiful daughter at home on a kitchen table, under the care of a midwife, while being filmed, and with a dozen friends around the table chanting Om and singing Hare Krishna. It was intense. She was quite a good sport about it – no screaming, just focused breathing.

3rd Lining to My Saturn Return

So, after two wonderful years back in La Jolla, we moved to the Big Island of Hawaii.

Plane tickets and buying a panel truck when we got there really depleted our cash reserves, so our housing choices were very limited. A lot of hippies were living in deserted, broken-down old wood houses. So, I spent some days tramping around in jungles on hillsides until I found one and was able to talk the owner into letting us stay there. That was a chore. The conversation went like this:

“I need a place for myself, my wife, and my 9-month-old daughter to live. Will you rent me the old shack you own on the adjacent property?”

“No.”

“Please, I really need it”.

“No.”

“But I really, really need it”.

Now, the thing is, I had no recognition or invitation, but I persisted, and we went back and forth for about 10 minutes. You see, I KNEW I was going to rent it before I even got to the owner’s house. Call it initiation or manifestation or good old-fashioned persistence, I got that shack.

And was it ever a shack! No water, no electricity, drafty old walls, no glass in the windows, no toilet – just a two-seater outhouse. A Coleman stove and lantern for cooking and light. It was just a step or two up from the Garden of Eden and we loved it. We soon made friends with others living in a very similar fashion and life there was good, very good.

Then the Serpent appeared in the Garden in the form of Susie. A lovely young woman who was a friend of ours from California showed up with her daughter who was about the same age as ours. She was staying in a rather nice hotel on the Hilo side of the Big Island.

She spent the day with us, then invited us to drive to Hilo and join her for dinner at a nice restaurant. I was shocked. A single mother with a 1-year-old infant to care for made enough money to take us to dinner. Suddenly like Adam and Eve – who ate from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil – we saw the difference between good and evil or at least the difference between comfort and the constant drone of mosquitos while sitting in the outhouse under attack from every female mosquito in a hundred yards. Being in the jungle, there were a lot of them.

About a month later (5 months after our arrival in paradise), we moved back to the mainland and I was trying to figure out what I could do as I didn't really have any skills – well, I had great people skills, but no skills that could make me a decent living.

As I was thinking about that, I remembered what John had said about me making a great systems analyst, so I did some research and learned what a systems analyst was and found the school that enabled me to get an AS degree in it. I got that degree, then got a job, and I loved doing – I absolutely loved it – and John had been right, I was really good at it, and I had a career for several years that more than paid the bills.

The point of the story is to illustrate what I meant when I said in my post on Instagram that the recognition might come a couple of years before something special shows up in your life that you want to take advantage of.

How I Met My Soul Mate

Now here's an example for something that happened just a few days before something special turned up. I had gotten divorced not long after our return to La Jolla a year and a half earlier and my ex-wife and our daughter were living in Boston.

It probably sounds kind of cheesy to say, but I wanted to find my soul mate – that one person, that one really special person. I had no clue how to do that – none whatsoever. I tried looking in a couple of bars and that didn't get me anywhere. I had gone back to university, but I found nothing there.

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Projector Invitation

Then one day there showed up in my mail, snail mail back then, a formal invitation (yum, yum – no ambiguity there) to attend a wedding reception for a young woman named Debbie, whom I had spent very little time with maybe 5 or 6 years before when I was part owner of a big acid rock ballroom in San Diego. We brought down all the famous San Francisco bands during the summer of ’68. She and her sister kind of hung out a bit socially in our house where all kinds of action with the band members was always happening, but I didn’t really know her as the age difference was too big. I ignored the invitation’s RSVP.

Then a few days later, there was a knock on my door and when I answered it, there was Debbie, now a young woman, with her younger sister, so I invited them in, and she told me how much I had meant to her years before and what an important person I had been in her life. I had no recollection of that kind of relationship, but, you know, I wasn't going to disabuse her of the notion, and she had brought along her younger sister to sort of validate her position that she was serious about wanting me to come to her reception. Now this was being recognized in spades! I wasn't wild about the invitation, but jeez I couldn't disappoint her, I just couldn't if it meant that much. So, I said yes, and I went to that wedding reception.

So, the bride being 5 or 6 years younger than I meant I didn’t know anyone there. I felt a bit like I was loitering, but as I walked out of the back door of the kitchen into the patio where most of the people were congregated, I was one step up above the patio and so I was kind of looking over the heads of everybody.

And there on the far side of the patio, I caught a look at the back of a head then a quick glimpse of a face. Then, another glimpse, and l tell you straight, I do not exaggerate a whit when I say it was just like I had been suddenly shot with Cupid's arrow. With no hesitation and all the confidence of a mythic hero, I made my way through all those people across the patio to that young woman, up to her right shoulder and very gently caressed the side of her hair and said to her “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.”

Well, we had a whirlwind romance and engagement and were living together within three weeks. I had found what I was looking for so unexpectedly and as soon as I saw her, I knew I was going to marry her. No question about it, I was going to initiate it and bring it to pass. I didn't know anything about Human Design; I just knew I was going to marry her. And I did and we're still together.

Three years or two days between recognition and deed because it was the RIGHT SPECIAL SOMETHING FOR MY LIFE JOURNEY.